DJ Sablo - Black To Death [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: DJ Sablo]

I'm a black Person! I'm a Rap Person!
Coming through the hood I'm with more niggers than the black churches!
Shout my nigger SiL we putting niggers in them Black Hearses!
With our Black Verses!
F'tsek San! Black Curses!
Nowa days I note a fake nigga fast and get past that!
Fake Niggers say we waste beats where you hear that?
Nigger You large on the weist.. Like a Cow boy Hat!
I'm on a wrestling Mat! Where your fighters at?
Its like: damn this nigger real!
Damn! This nigger kills!
Nigger all these girls be saying Sablo you the best!
I got something to Address like a post office
I got my ego to reduce! Because it enlarges
Never put trust in a nigger you trust!
Nigger even your shadow leaves when you're in the dark!
I'm Siz and Scoppin it now... BC we doing it now!
Nigger quit that flexing! Coming out of KT the capital S fam.. Capetown

[Hook: SiL]

When I start to spit put your glasses up
Teko Modise, yeah, we beat it up
And we 'bout to go: Up down we killin' it. Cape Town we back in it
Black Rims, Black Car, When I'm with your girl I make her say ahh
Black.... To death. Black.... To Death. Black Black to death

[Verse 2: E-Jay]

I got the drive to blow up like the car bomb in Pakistan. Angdlali san' like Jackie Chan boy I slept you san'
Hosh my bru.. I'm Bringing Kaapstad back.. And my flow stay cool in my 2 book cap, 2 door Black
Talking Crap and this tool gonn' clap
Talking back and these dudes gonn' smack.... Like styles of the rich and famous. Like styles from the streets that's nameless
From the bottom to the top of the highest we chainless - get homos famous
Since Zuma got babies and Malema got problems, and the rumors got crazy on my road to super stardom. Who's to pardon? Sleeping with celebrity chicks
Screaming cream get the money yo its day to be rich
If my competition's sicker then I'm s'pose to be dead
Eight Thousand twitter followers that's the price on my head. Amen
Same dude that your girlfriend hates to love... When you hear me in the city turn the radio up

[Hook: Sil]

When I start to spit put your glasses up
Teko Modise, yeah, we beat it up
And we 'bout to go: Up down we killin' it. Cape Town we back in it
Black Rims, Black Car, When I'm with your girl I make her say ahh
Black.... To death. Black.... To Death. Black Black to death

[Outro Verse: SiL]

Man we told you long ago we gonna make this feature happen. Now it's happened. Two kings, one god for ever reppin'
We pushing hella. Chasing evil cheddar. Stop saying that you sick, the doctor said you better
Ain't that what you wanted? Us sick, you better? Fuck it what a paradox my flow's sick so better...
Feature me, and I'll easily take your fan base. Siya koroba le scapser